Talk about the world of mortals in detail

This time Yi Shuyuan consumed a lot of energy, and his body felt an unprecedented sense of depletion.

In this state, the mountains and rivers appeared in the interior scene, and some of the surrounding spiritual energy seemed to be summoned by some kind of summons and began to gather into the library.

First it was near the Yuanjiang County Government Office, and then quickly spread to the entire county.

Then it continued to expand to the surrounding areas. To the south of the Ejiang River and even to the Kuonan Mountains north of the county seat, there was a steady stream of spiritual energy flowing toward the low-lying areas, gathering toward somewhere within the Yuanjiang County Government.

These auras have a wide range, but are not large in quantity, and are not even fast, but they are extremely active.

It was like wisps of clear springs gradually converging towards the county government library while beating, and at this time, the spiritual energy was already considerable.

Just like living water rushing to merge into a dry fish pond, the surrounding spiritual energy continues to integrate into Yi Shuyuan's body with its own active aura.

The ruler on the table slowly fell from the air and landed on the table. It landed on Yi Shuyuan's hand and touched his fingertips, absorbing Ling's active spiritual energy.

Hui Mian didn't dare to get too close to Fu Chi, so he could only move to another position next to Yi Shuyuan.

In Yi Shuyuan's unconscious state, everything around him seemed more natural and delicate than before, like a gentle spring rain moistening things without making any sound.

Only Yuanjiang County City God Xiang Changqing, who was closer to Yi Shuyuan, gradually discovered something, and he felt that the spiritual energy of the entire Yuanjiang County had become abnormally active.

In this case, as long as you pay attention to the Yuanjiang County Government Office, you will quickly find clues.

Although he didn't know what Yi Shuyuan was doing, although he was surprised by this state of spiritual energy, and although he was extremely curious, Xiang Changqing obviously couldn't disturb him.

Around dawn, Yi Shuyuan woke up naturally as if he had slept all night normally.

The first thing Yi Shuyuan did when he opened his eyes was to immediately look to his side. He saw the sleeping little mink and immediately noticed the ruler beside him.

At this moment, Yi Shuyuan breathed a sigh of relief and grabbed the ruler with joy. He couldn't put it down and played with it in his hand. He could feel the echo between the object touched by his fingertips and his own.

"Hey hey hey hahahahahahahaha."

Yi Shuyuan laughed heartily. He had a magic weapon, right?

Looking at the two-and-a-half-fingered ruler in his hand but more than a palm long, this size is slightly different from the ordinary Xingmu ruler, and is slightly longer.

But a delicate and lively aura was extremely obvious, at least in front of Yi Shuyuan.

"What a baby, haha, what a baby! From now on, you will travel with me all over the world, hahahaha——"

Hui Mian was woken up and felt relieved when he saw Yi Shuyuan laughing heartily.

"Sir, are you okay?"

"It's very good!"

After playing with the ruler for a long time, Yi Shuyuan calmed down his excitement and looked at the remaining ebony on the table. This wood was so extraordinary that the remaining half should not be wasted.

Yi Shuyuan felt that since he could make a ruler by himself, he might not be able to make a folding fan by himself, but he didn't know if his method was considered weapon refining?

Yi Shuyuan was not clear about the orthodox refining techniques of immortal magic weapons.

But we had discussed it before when communicating with a god and a demon in the mountains.

Shinto weapons are sometimes made with the golden body in response to the power of wishes, and sometimes they are refined with magic power and incense.

The artifacts refined by fairies are often related to their own origins, or simply cultivated as part of their own bodies.

The birth methods of various magical artifacts and treasures are not static.

Some are born as treasures, while others are slowly achieved over time. Of course, artificial refining is indispensable. Even mortal artifacts are treasured by spirits. It can be said that there are various chances and coincidences involved.

But with the Fu Chi Jade in his hand, Yi Shuyuan gained true knowledge in practice.

Yi Shuyuan believes that although there must be many mysteries in the immortal weapon refining, the magic weapon is not complicated in the final analysis.

The origin of the law lies in people rather than things. The root of treasures is the process of being infiltrated by the owner's spirituality. They come into being in response to people's thoughts. If they can breathe out spiritual energy, they become spiritually self-contained.

Theoretically, if there is a truly sincere person with such immortal, wonderful and extraordinary qualities, even an ordinary thing that stays with him for a long time will gradually develop spirituality.

Thinking of this, Yi Shuyuan stretched out his hand, and the ruler seemed to have a tact with him, and flew into his sleeve along his wrist.

Yi Shuyuan picked up the remaining piece of ebony, thinking about how to use it, and measured the size of the ebony with his fingers.

"If you make a fan bone, the length seems a bit insufficient, but if it is extended by chance and doubled, it will be just right. If you think about it again or ask Huang Gong to think of a solution, there may be a better solution!"

While thinking about it, Yi Shuyuan's eyes swept across the table and subconsciously fixed on the paper in the corner of the table. An idea suddenly flashed in his mind. Why not make the paper himself?

In this case, the Fu Chi and the folding fan can be regarded as twin treasures made by Yi Shuyuan himself.

Yi Shuyuan felt that there were some small pleasures in ordinary people's lives. Making twin treasures by yourself was a small pleasure in cultivating immortals.

"Let's go for a walk!"

As soon as Yi Shuyuan waved, Hui Mian ran up to him and got into his clothes.

The door of the library was opened by Yi Shuyuan. After he went out, he went directly to the county government office.

It was still early, but the streets of Yuanjiang County were already full of people, but Yi Shuyuan neither went to restaurants nor restaurants.

Even the aroma of food wafting from various restaurants could not shake Yi Shuyuan's pace.

Yi Shuyuan searched and asked all the way on the street, and finally found his target at the entrance of a small alley.

This is an alley that is only as wide as a carriage at most. There is a plaque hanging on the door of the courtyard at the entrance of the alley. Yi Shuyuan walked to the door of the courtyard and looked up.

Yuanjiang Paper Shop, this is it!

In Yuezhou, almost every county has its own papermaking workshop. The Qingyuan paper produced by the famous Qingyuan Paper Workshop in Yuezhou is sent to Chengtian Mansion every year.

The courtyard door was not closed, so Yi Shuyuan walked in directly.

The courtyard inside is very spacious, and you can see paper drying racks everywhere. However, there is no paper on these racks now. It is obvious that they were put up not long ago.

But even so, Yi Shuyuan could still smell a faint smell of fermentation.

This smell might seem strange to ordinary people, but to him, it seemed like he felt the foundation of a prosperous cultural context in his imagination.

"Hey? Who is this young man? If you want to buy paper, you should go to the shop."

An old man came out carrying two shelves and saw Yi Shuyuan standing in the courtyard looking around. He looked familiar and thought he was asking about the scholar who came here to buy paper.

"Our Yuanjiang Paper Shop has its own shop, and other literary shops can also buy paper here."

Yi Shuyuan watched the old man put down his tools and solemnly explained his purpose.

"I'm not here to buy paper, but I want to see how Yuanjiang Paper Factory makes paper. If it's convenient, I not only want to observe and learn, but also want to use your factory's space to make a piece of paper myself."

The man put down the shelves in his hands and placed them one by one in the courtyard. In the process, he frequently looked sideways at Yi Shuyuan with surprised eyes.

"Papermaking? I tell you, sir, this is hard work. After seeing it, you will know that this is not an arty and good idea."

A smile appeared on Yi Shuyuan's face and he shook his head slightly.

"Old man, I'm not just trying to be fashionable. I really want to make a piece of paper myself, so I came here to learn. Oh, no matter whether it's success or failure."

With that said, Yi Shuyuan took out the money bag from his arms.

Originally he touched a smaller piece of broken silver, but after thinking about it, Yi Shuyuan gritted his teeth and took out an ingot of five taels of silver and handed it over directly.

"I'm willing to pay a generous reward just to learn and give it a try."

The old man was stunned for a moment.

Are you here to learn papermaking skills and prepare to open your own paper mill?

But they are everywhere in Yuezhou, and the papermaking industry is an industry that requires official authorization, and private manufacturing is not allowed.

However, when a piece of silver was handed over, the old man subconsciously reached out to catch it, and the look on his face became kind.

"Young Master, it's not a bad idea to learn how to make some paper for fun, right? Guanyin?"

The silver ingot in the old man's hand was a standard flat silver bar with a government stamp on it.

Of course, official silver will eventually circulate in the market, but most of it will be cut into pieces soon after circulation due to various usage scenarios such as getting change on the scale.

A complete piece of official silver is usually produced by government officials.

The old man couldn't help but look up at Yi Shuyuan.

"Young Master is from the government?"

"Oh, I haven't introduced you yet. I am Yi Shuyuan, a civil servant of the county government. I don't have to worry about being a gangster!"

The old man looked Yi Shuyuan up and down with wide eyes.

"It turns out to be Mr. Yi! Oh, I think it looks familiar. The evil businessman was cut in half the day before yesterday. I was also watching in the crowd. Mr. Yi was standing behind the execution platform. Why didn't you tell me earlier!"

As he spoke, the old man quickly returned the silver ingots in his hands.

"Since it is Mr. Yi who is asking for help, he will definitely help with all his strength. What kind of money do you need? Put it away quickly. Put it away quickly. I can't take your money! Come on, sir, please come in!"

The old man refused to accept the money no matter what, and even asked Yi Shuyuan to go to the paper mill with great enthusiasm.

This enthusiasm is of course not only due to Yi Shuyuan's own name, but also due to his status.

After all, Yi Shuyuan is considered the number one figure in the county government, and maybe one word can affect the livelihood of the current owner and his family.

Yi Shuyuan didn't know what the old man had in mind, but he was able to get the money back without spending money, so he was a little surprised.

"Then Yi is disturbing me!"

"Hey, what are you interrupting? Mr. Yi's coming will make our paper factory prosperous. Sir, please!"

Yi Shuyuan followed the old man into the paper mill. Not only was the yard outside huge, but the inside was also a unique, spacious and transparent mill.

The old man's surname is Chen, and he is the current owner of this paper mill.

There are more than a dozen craftsmen busy in the entire paper mill on weekdays. Except for old man Chen and his two sons, the rest are helpers. Of course, everyone does all kinds of work.

In some places, there are piles of raw materials, in some places wooden hammers are constantly falling to beat the raw materials, and in some places, the people who make pulp and make pulp are completing the final steps.

As he walked, the old man introduced the things here to Yi Shuyuan, and also explained Yi Shuyuan's identity to others, which caused other people in the paper mill to look at him curiously, but the work at hand did not stop.

Yi Shuyuan was also amazed by everything about the paper shop.

There are pulp ponds, large pots and stoves for cooking fiber, and earth cellars. There are also dozens of tools of different sizes such as rakes, nail shoes, wooden hammers, paper mats, paper troughs, bamboo curtains, and wooden presses.